"They're pretty well."
"Genevievy," said her mother, "if you'll make yourself agreeable, I'll go hurry tea afore the rest of the children comes. They will all come to table, and there's so many." And Mrs. Derrick as in duty bound, followed her to help.
"I'll go tell 'em!" said Charles twelfth as Mrs. Seacomb went out.
"No you will not"—said Mr. Linden,—"you will not go out of the house again till I give you leave. Why don't you come to Sunday school and learn to behave yourself?"
"What else?"—said Charles twelfth.
"What else!" said Mr. Linden,—"that will take you some time.
Afterwards you will learn all the lessons your teacher gives you."
"Who'll he be?" said Charles twelfth coming a little nearer. "You?"
"No indeed," said Mr. Linden, "I have quite enough to do now. I dare say this lady will take you into her class—if you ask her politely."
It was worth while to see Faith's face now, for the little stir and the flush and the sweet gravity that was in it. Not so much as a glance went to Mr. Linden, but leaning forward towards the young enemy of Peter the Great, she said in her sweet tones,
"Will you come?"